The bride at Sinai little understood,
How these law-humblings were design’d for good,
T’ enhance the value of her husband’s blood.
The tow’r of tott’ring pride thus batter’d down,
Makes way for Christ alone to wear the crown.
Conviction’s arrows pierc’d her heart, that so
The blood from his pierc’d heart to hers might flow.
The law’s sharp plough tears up the fallow-ground,
Where not a grain of grace was to be found,
Till straight perhaps behind the plough is sown,
The hidden seed of faith, as yet unknown.
Hence now the once reluctant bride’s inclin’d
To give the gospel an assenting mind,
Dispos’d to take, would grace the pow’r impart,
Heav’n’s offer with a free consenting heart.